Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.

I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.